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There was a cackle of energy in the air, racing over the gardens of the estate like a surge of electricity. To anyone standing near, a gust of heated wind was felt, blowing violently as if it struck right through their body rather than past.
The control of her direction was completely lost, and before she could even attempt to summon what little of her power she had left, Illyana was dumped onto the lawn headfirst. The fiery heat of limbo was present for only the few seconds the disc was open.
Then, like nothing, it was gone again.
The girl was left a steaming, smoldering heap, injured and barely able to move. This girl was not Darkchilde.
Darkchilde had fallen in limbo.
This girl, while wearing just the smallest pieces of metal armour, was simply Illyana Rasputin; dazed, confused, and a bit pissed off.
"Hhhng, what happened?"
The control of her direction was completely lost, and before she could even attempt to summon what little of her power she had left, Illyana was dumped onto the lawn headfirst. The fiery heat of limbo was present for only the few seconds the disc was open.
Then, like nothing, it was gone again.
The girl was left a steaming, smoldering heap, injured and barely able to move. This girl was not Darkchilde.
Darkchilde had fallen in limbo.
This girl, while wearing just the smallest pieces of metal armour, was simply Illyana Rasputin; dazed, confused, and a bit pissed off.
"Hhhng, what happened?"
